The Dinette Set by Julie Larson for October 15, 2012

Joy, are you volunteering?

Marg… whatever Joy is a “professional” at….I don’t want to know.

Real, brand-name Green Giant peas! Wow.Who’s coming to dinner? Queen Elizabeth?

Hope Joy knows how to cook them. Maybe she should call Connie for the recipe….. Marlene wouldn’t have it, not with the way SHE shops.But maybe she’d lend them some of her special Chinette.The expensive stuff, with the dividers, from that whole case she got 70% off at Big Lots after the fire.

BTW I want to shop at Crust Foods…. I don’t want American cheese or ham loaf or Hamburger Helper (how did Julie guess all three?)But they might have some other great prices.

They’re buying lard? After all they have stored in their a$$es?Seriopusly, would you want a grocery bag that had been packed by Burl? Not me.

Where’s the hoho’s that Joy’s making for dessert?

My sis always likes to bag her own groceries because the “professionals” don’t know what they’re doing.

BURL knows to put the Wonder Bread and such on the bottom to cushion the lard and mayonnaise on top…. ! ! !

Have JOYs slacks finally ripped apart….? ! ?

A jar of Lard wonder if Burr eats it with a spoon

Bread and eggs on the bottom. Potatoes and anvils on top to protect them.

“Service Desk closed”—must be the Ralphs on LaBrea & Rodeo.

Well, I now know the reason why I like to call them lard butts.

I’m surprised that Burl would even move a finger to help someone else. Maybe I’ve underestimated him. No, that can’t be right. There’s an ulterior motive that I’m not seeing.

Hmm..could be tampons. Maybe Burl’s embarrassed by feminine products and wants to get out of the store quickly.

Notice the name of the checker? Has Bevick been ’moonlighting" ?

Let him bag, Joy. That’ll be the most work he does for the rest of the year. Or the most work he’s done so far for this entire year.

In one of my jobs, becoming the “Jerk of all Trades” I am today, was a grocery clerk. I clould sack ‘em up with the best of them. My wife used to always want me to sack the groceries when the help was busy. I always, refused, saying "They PAY people to do that, Dear.’My laziness knows no bounds.

and walk off leaving the credit card—no worries, it’s over-max anyhow.